Slowly, Ren fluttered his pretty lashes until he was fully awake. He stared at the ceiling for a while, enjoying the peace that his empty mind brought, only for him to hear the voice of a man he knew all too well.
He kept his eyes mostly shut and watched Cilian through the gaps in his lashes, his mind and body slow to process his situation or what had transpired the previous night.
Cilian was already dressed in a dark suit, his hair slicked backwards and his cufflinks glinting in the dim light. He looked perfect, as if the mess of the night before hadn't happened. He was holding a phone to his ear and looking at a file in his hand.
